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Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Whimsical Wednesday: Joey Had A Smoke

I'm really sorry I haven't been able to post lately! I was sick for a week or two and was unable to post, and lately I've had a few life-changing experiences that have left me a little tongue-tied. To be put bluntly, my prince is teaching me how to let go. To be completely honest, I've never let a single thing go, not once in my entire conscious life. I've held the anger of every single argument I've ever had within myself, and I know that's not healthy. But, to be honest, I never knew I was doing it. My prince was very, very angry at me. More angry than I've ever seen him be, face-to-face. I was extremely scared, but he did have a point. So now, he is slowly teaching me how to let go of all the anger from when we've fought before. I'm happy, because he has a bad habit of holding things I have done or said against me for the longest time. I do (did) that also. But now, we've both agreed to have a fresh start. I'm very happy and I feel this will teach me lessons that I will use the rest of my life, with or without him.

I chose this song as the last reminent of my anger towards him from our old fights. After this post, I will not be angry about any of this anymore. So now, I bring you, a song from my favorite band and obsession, "Joey Had A Smoke" by Meg and Dia!!!

http://www.4shared.com/audio/MeueHeje/Joey_Had_a_Smoke.html

((They sat through the night
In an empty apartment
Three older gentlemen came inside
And they brought wine and cards and chocolate
And Joey smoked on a cigar and came back in
So you think he’s something special do you mean?))

He is no one
He is a stranger I met on the street

He stared through hard, cold insolent eyes
Turned his gaze with her
Fear hidden quite secure under blank features
Protruding middle she sat unashamed
She read his judgment on his concerned face
With slight sarcasm he addressed her case
"Is it too much to ask to know about your lover’s name?"

He is no one
He is a stranger I met on the street
He never touched me
You’re all I need
And will ever need

But his eyes won’t be almond like yours nor blue like mine
With all the sins of the world in the iris
There’s no false blood
But you will love him
He’s from Gold Gardens
Our help before Atlas was ever born, alright

He is no one
He is no one
Stranger I met on the street
He never touched me
You’re all I need
And will ever need